Thus Spake Someone From Somewhen

Thus spake he, whose life flashes before him at all times but death, "I shall write. I shall write, and they shall read."

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

I Need None Today

"'Now so long', he whispered softly, closing his eyelids with his face turning grey."

I need to go. This is bad.


Posted by Luke "Pudd'nhead" Wilson at 2:44 PM
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